Let go, let the night wind take your fears,

saxophone moonlight drifting through the trees.

Every silver note’s a whispered “stay,”

every breath a tide that pulls you free.

Close your eyes, the sky is soft and wide;

fall, and trust the stars to hold your hand.

Let go, let the sorrow slip away—

love is just the echo of the land.

夜風(fēng)把霓虹吹成漣漪

我舉起薩克斯對(duì)準(zhǔn)星星

銹管里淌出滾燙的呼吸

一聲低回，一聲高起

全是你的名字

人潮退遠(yuǎn)，世界縮成一張黑膠的圓

你躲在旋轉(zhuǎn)的紋理里

讓我一遍遍地找，一遍遍地聽(tīng)

當(dāng)最后一個(gè)長(zhǎng)音懸在半空不肯墜

我看見(jiàn)明天的光

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